May flowers
Ok. So i don't think I am going to Cambridge this summer because I happened to remember that I am not rich, and opportunities only exist for those who are. I have applied for financial aide, and loans and such, but i think my school is just going to steal all that money since everytime I call to find out where it is, no one answers the phone. Kind of like I do when creditors call me.
In other news, I went to see Peter, Bjorn and John with Dawn, Sara, and Tim last week. It was a great show, however I was slightly put off by the opening band. I liked their music okay, but their "look" was that of a bunch of fundamentalist mormon girls playing keyboards. Which would have been uh-mazing except they weren't fundamentalist mormons, they weren't even from Utah. As you may have guessed by now, they were from Brooklyn. Which means they put alot of effort into this look, and the thought of the conversation they prolly had about not "trying to look cool" made me sick. But i really liked their music. I just wished they were all "sister-wives" to the same guy.
Today (it's only 9:52am) three people have called me to tell me that R. Kelly is on the cover of the SunTimes where there is an article called "R U Serious?" I just wonder why i haven't gotten more calls since this is clearly the most amazing thing of all time.
So just as Me and LIndsey have gotten our apartment finished, i think we may have to move. Last week I read a review on complaints.com about my landlord, calling her a "slumlord". This set off a chain of events, whereby I realized that I have been waiting 10 monthes to have a lightbulb replaced, i had no hot water to take a shower tuesday (and besides that I usually only have hot water in 5 minutes bursts) and I realized she is prolly gonna ask me for the $425 pet deposit she asked for upon finding out we got kittens. Well, here's the deal, I don't know about her past experiences, but I didn't say we got 2 gorillas, we got two kittens. In my estimation in an apartment with hardwood floors, kittens can't really destroy much. In fact, all that my kittens have ever been known to ruin is a night's sleep and their own toys. SHE should pay ME for the kittens who are probably killing any kind of rodent or pest that lurks in my house somewhere, saving her both exterminator money, and a very angry tenant. So long story short, we're looking for a new place. Although the thought of moving makes me want to die.
Peace out.
In other news, I went to see Peter, Bjorn and John with Dawn, Sara, and Tim last week. It was a great show, however I was slightly put off by the opening band. I liked their music okay, but their "look" was that of a bunch of fundamentalist mormon girls playing keyboards. Which would have been uh-mazing except they weren't fundamentalist mormons, they weren't even from Utah. As you may have guessed by now, they were from Brooklyn. Which means they put alot of effort into this look, and the thought of the conversation they prolly had about not "trying to look cool" made me sick. But i really liked their music. I just wished they were all "sister-wives" to the same guy.
Today (it's only 9:52am) three people have called me to tell me that R. Kelly is on the cover of the SunTimes where there is an article called "R U Serious?" I just wonder why i haven't gotten more calls since this is clearly the most amazing thing of all time.
So just as Me and LIndsey have gotten our apartment finished, i think we may have to move. Last week I read a review on complaints.com about my landlord, calling her a "slumlord". This set off a chain of events, whereby I realized that I have been waiting 10 monthes to have a lightbulb replaced, i had no hot water to take a shower tuesday (and besides that I usually only have hot water in 5 minutes bursts) and I realized she is prolly gonna ask me for the $425 pet deposit she asked for upon finding out we got kittens. Well, here's the deal, I don't know about her past experiences, but I didn't say we got 2 gorillas, we got two kittens. In my estimation in an apartment with hardwood floors, kittens can't really destroy much. In fact, all that my kittens have ever been known to ruin is a night's sleep and their own toys. SHE should pay ME for the kittens who are probably killing any kind of rodent or pest that lurks in my house somewhere, saving her both exterminator money, and a very angry tenant. So long story short, we're looking for a new place. Although the thought of moving makes me want to die.
Peace out.